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1%y AMY PRENTICE 


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By AMY PRBNTICE 

Bunny Rabbit’s Story 

30 Illustrations 

Billy Goat’s Story 

32 Illustrations 

Brown Owl’s Story . 

31 Illustrations 

CroaKy Frog’s Story . . 

28 Illustrations 

FrisKy Squirrel’s Story . 

30 Illustrations 

Gray Goose’s Story . 

32 Illustrations 

HicKie MonKey’s Story . 

35 Illustrations 

Houser Cat’s Story . 

35 Illustrations 

Plodding Turtle’s Story 

30 Illustrations 

QuacKy DucK’s Story 

34 Illustrations 

SpecKled lien’s Story 

28 Illustrations 

Towser Dog’s Story 

32 Illustrations 

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Price, Fifty Cents Per Copy 

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Bunny Rabbits Story 


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'WitK Twenty-Six Illustrations 
^ and a Frontispiece in Colors 
BY J. WATSON DAVIS 


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Copyright 1906 

By A. I,. BURT COMPANY 


Bunny Rabbit’s Story 
By Amy Prentice 



lUr. Plodding 'I'urt le reading the poetry "that Biinny 
Rabbit ^\ ro^e. 


Fl}i-,niy Rabbit’s Story. 



BUNNY RABBIT’S STORY. 


Under the hill where the wild roses grow, Mr. 
Bunny Babbit lives with his wife and five fluffy 
little children, who frisk and dance about on the 
grass all the long summer day, except when Mr. 
Fox or Mr. Hawk comes 
around hunting for din- 
ner, and then they dart 
into their hole, every 
tiny tail trembling with 
excitement. 

On the other side of 

the hill, near the creek, live Mr. Plodding Turtle 
and his wife, and near by the home of the Turtles, 
your Aunt Amy often goes on sunny afternoons 
to listen to the bird concerts, or the frog operas. 

Sometimes it happens that Mr. Bunny Babbit 
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or Mr. Turtle comes out for a visit, and then it is 
your Aunt Amy hears of very many queer things, 
as she will try to tell you. 

Now Mr. Turtle and your Aunt Amy have 
known each other a number of years. Perhaps 


Mr. Rabbit, Mrs. Rabbit, and Sonny Bunny. 


before you were born he told her with tears in his 
eyes about the time when he and his wife saved 
up their money that they might go to the circus, 
and then didn’t have a chance to see it after all. 

Your Aunt Amy knew something of this already, 


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for Bunny Rabbit had told her many times, laugh- 
ing until his long ears nearly slipped down his 
throat at what he thought was a very funny story, 
and this is what he told : 

Old Mr. Turtle woke up early one morning 
and put his head out of his shell. The weather 
was very cold, so he pulled himself back and began 
to take another little nap ; but Mrs. Turtle wasn’t 
going to have him fooling the time away, so she 

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Mr. Plodding Turtle Going to the Circus. 

pounded on his shell till Plodding knew he’d 
have to get moving. He walked around a few 
minutes to warm up, and his wife said to him 
sharply : 

“ ‘ Don’t you know that we’ve got to go to the 
circus ? Why don’t you move lively ? ’ 

“‘I am moving lively, my dear,’ Mr. Turtle said, 
mild as milk, as he began to get breakfast, and 
his wife snapped out as cross as two sticks : 




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“ ‘ Don’t you know that the circus comes off in 
three weeks from to-day, and it’s more than a 
mile from here? We ought to start right away.’ 

“ Mr. Turtle he kept quiet, and soon had break- 
fast ready ; but his wife was in such a hurry that 
she wouldn’t wait for him to wash the dishes, so 
they left everything on the table and started. 
On their way they stopped every day and ate 



bugs till they couldn’t eat any more, and then kept 
on again. 

“ One day some leaves began to rustle in the 
distance, and, looking up, Mr. Turtle saw old Pop 
Lizard coming toward him. 

‘‘ ^ Hello ! ’ said Pop Lizard. 


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“ ‘ Same to you,’ said Mr. and Mrs. Turtle. 

“ ‘ I just wanted to tell you,’ said he, ^ that the 
circus has been put off for a week, and you’re 
likely to get there ahead of time.’ 

MR. TURTLE AT THE CIRCUS. 

“ ‘ Much obliged to you,’ said Mr. Turtle, shak- 
ing his flipper at old Pop Lizard.' ‘We’ll take a 
stroll through the woods for about a quarter of a 
mile, and kill time during that week.’ 

“ And so they did. When the circus began 
Mr. and Mrs. Turtle had front seats. Mrs. Rabbit 
and 1 sat right behind them, with Chucky Squir- 
rel side of me, and all the fellows scattered around 
wherever they could find a chance ; but the show 
hadn’t more than well got started, when all hands 
yelled for Mr. Turtle to bend his back because 
they couldn’t look over his head. Of course 
neither he nor his wife could do anything of the 
kind, so the rest of us just naturally put him 
out of the tent, and he didn’t see the show after 
all.” 

Then Bunny Rabbit laughed again, and he was 
still laughing when he started for home before the 
Owl family should come out hunting. 


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That was some time ago, and now Mr. Turtle 
had come to tell your Aunt Amy of Bunny’s 
pranks. 


THE ELEPHANT’S JOKE. 

“ Bunny thinks he’s terribly smart when he tells 
about my wife and I going to the circus ; but he 
don’t speak of the joke he played on the elephant 
that very day,” Mr. Turtle said as he settled him- 
self down for a chat. 

“ Did Mr. Bunny play a joke on an elephant ? ” 
your Aunt Amy asked in surprise, and Mr. Turtle 
replied : 

“You see when the circus was over, all the 
animals were invited to supper by those who be- 
longed to the show, and after they’d eaten as 
much as they could, with never a thought of how 
hungry Mrs. Turtle and I might be, Bunny 
climbed up on a stool to comb out his fur, when 
Mr. Elephant came up softly to play him a 
trick. 

“ Tip was the elephant’s name, and he thought 
it great fun to fool with fellows smaller than him- 
self, so he pulled the stool out from under Bunny, 
letting him fall to the ground all of a heap. 


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“ Bunny wasn’t hurt mucli ; but be felt angry 
all through, and said as he scrambled to his feet : 

“ ‘ You’re no gentleman, Tip Elephant ! That’s 
a mean trick, and I’ll get even for it before I’m 
much older !’ 

‘“Now don’t be angry,’ Mr. Elephant said. 



Tip’s Joke on Bunny Rabbit. 

‘ There’s been no great harm done ; I only meant 
it for a joke.’ 

“ Mr. Eabbit he walked around and around 
scolding at a great rate, till all the people got tired 
of hearing him sputter, and even Mr. Elephant 


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forgot what he’d done. Then Bunny saw his 
chance. Tip was sitting on a tub, showing the 
visitors one of the tricks he did in the circus, when 
Mr. Babbit slipped up and kicked the tub over. 

‘‘ Of course old Tip Elephant tumbled down 
slap, bang, whiz ; but Bunny wasn’t counting on 
his sprawling quite so far, and hadn’t jumped out 
of the way. One edge of Tip’s foot struck him 
on the nose, and it was a good two hours before 
Mrs. Babbit could stop the bleeding.” 

“That must have taught Mr. Bunny a lesson 
that he won’t soon forget,” your Aunt Amy sug- 
gested, and Mr. Turtle said snappishly : 

“ He hasn’t got a memory any longer than his 
tail,” and having spoken thus peevishly he began 
to hunt around for his pipe and tobacco. 

BUNNY BABBIT HUNTS FOB ELE- 
PHANTS. 

“ Bunny Babbit isn’t as smart as he thinks he 
is,” Mr. Turtle continued half to himself as he 
lighted his pipe. “ Did you ever hear about his 
getting all his friends down here to the pond to 
see an elephant? Well, it shows how thick- 
headed he really is. One day he went around to 



Bunny Rabbit hunting for elephants, Page ii. 

Bunny Rabbit 


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every Rabbit he knew, telling that there was an 
elephant in this pond near the brook. 

Said he knew it was so because he had heard him 
swimming around, though he had never really 
seen him. Well, he got all the Rabbits from miles 
around to come down here while he drove the 
elephant out, and when the crowd had gathered 
at the bank. Bunny began to throw sticks into 
the water. 

“ There wasn’t any elephant there ; but more 
than a dozen frogs jumped out, making a great 
splashing in the water, and the oldest of them 
hopped on a rock to make a speech. 

“ ‘ You Rabbit people are terribly foolish, and 
it’s time you realized it. The night Bunny thought 
he heard an elephant I was hunting for minnows, 
and made the noise that frightened him so badly. 
You fellows had better go home and button your 
ears back, so you won’t hear so much that doesn’t 
amount to anything.’ 

“Then Mr. Frog jumped into the water ker- 
chug, and Bunny’s friends went off looking almost 
as foolish as they really are. Bunny Rabbit ought 
to stop telling about my troubles, if he don’t want 
me to laugh at his. He thinks he’s the wisest 
fellow in the world, and has even been writing 


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poetry to make Tip Elephant angry. You see he 
don’t remember that if he hadn’t kicked the tub 
out from under Tip he wouldn’t have been hurt, 
and so he’s trying to get even by sending a lot of 
verses around about him. I’ve got a copy of them 
somewhere in my shell, and I’ll hunt for it if you 
like.” 

Even though your Aunt Amy had not cared to 
hear the verses, she could not well have said other 
than that she would be glad to have Mr. Turtle 
repeat them, and this was indeed the fact. 

Then Mr. Turtle drew in his head, and after a 
few moments poked it out again as he said : 

THE ESCAPE FROM THE CIRCUS. 

“ Here’s what Bunny wrote. I don’t want you 
to think I call it poetry, for it’s nothing but rub- 
bish, and if you can sit still long enough I’ll read 
it to you.” 

Then, slowly, Mr. Plodding Turtle read what I 
have copied down here : 

A jolly old elephant, lively and gay, 

Ran off from the circus one bright summer day : 

He packed up his trunk and he said to the ape : 

“ I'm tired of circuses, let us escape,” 


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The ape, who was weary of peanuts and cake, 
Responded quite promptly : « I’ll gladly forsake 
The tent and the sawdust and pink lemonade, 
For the freedom of forest and cool everglade.” 

They wandered afar in the quiet of night, 

A strange pair of tramps, and a wonderful sight ; 
The horses and cattle quick scampered away — 
For they never had seen such a pair in their day. 



The elephant ate up a cabbage patch all, 

A fine field of corn and a stack of hay tall. 

While the ape gobbled apples and plums from the fence 
With delight, as he cried : “Well, this thing is immense. 

They ate up the gardens, they ate up the corn. 

They ate in the eve and they ate in the morn. 

They ate in the sunshine, they ate in the shade, 

And then they went back to their pink lemonade. 


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No longer they’re bothered by tramp sentiment, 

As they loll in the sawdust there under the tent. 

They were tramps for a week — but no longer they roam 
From the carrots and peanuts of their circus home. 

“ Now do you real- 
ly call that poetry?” 
Mr. Turtle asked as 
he ceased reading 
and looked around 
questioningly. “Yet 
B unny Babbit 
thinks it’s great, and 
his wife says she be- 
lieves he could write 
a real book if he 
tried. She has for- 
gotten how near he 
came to being the death of little Cocky Bock.” 

“ I am certain that must be a new story, Mr. 
Turtle,” your Aunt Amy said. “ I never supposed 
he would hurt a chicken,” and Mr. Turtle cried 
in surprise : 

“ What ! didn’t you ever hear that Bunny tried 
his hand at being a doctor ? He’d kept it up, too, 
if he hadn’t come so near making serious trouble 
for Mrs. Plymouth Bock, 




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WHEN THE CHICKEN WAS SICK. 

“ It was this way : Bunny was looking around 
the farm-yard which is nearest his home, thinking 
to find some one there who had nothing better to 
do than talk with him, when he happened to see 
Mrs. Plymouth Rock’s youngest son. — You re- 
member little Cocky Rock who had the mumps 
the second day after he came out of the shell. 
There is no question but that Mrs. Rock was very 
careless in allowing him out of doors while the 
wind was east ; but she always believed it did 
children good to tramp around, no matter what 
the weather might be, and the amount of it all 
was that poor little Cocky came very near dying. 

If you remember, he was a weak child, even 
after his brothers and sisters put on their first 
pin-feathers, and sat in the warmest corner of the 
farm-yard while all the other members of the 
family were out gathering worms. 

“ Now it so happened that Cocky was doubled 
over with a bad cold, which afterward brought 
on an attack of the pip, when Mr. Rabbit came 
along, and there’s no question but that Cocky 
looked pale and thin. 


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“ ‘ Hello ! ’ Bunny said in that prying way of his, 
‘ What’s the matter with you ? ’ 

“ ‘ Mother says I’m sick,’ Cocky replied feebly. 
“‘Sick!’ Bunny cried. ‘You’re worse than 
that already. Have you had the doctor ? ’ 



“ ‘ Not yet,’ Cocky said in a whisper. ‘Mother 
says she don’t have any faith in Doctor Duck, and 
she’s trying to fix me up on herbs,’ 


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“ ‘ Stuff and nonsense ! ’ Bunny cried, thinking 
he knew all about everything. ‘ What you want 
is something to keep you amused, and milk extract 
four or five times a day. I can bring you around 
all right.’ 

“ ‘ How will you do it ? ’ Cocky asked wheezy- 



like, and, being young, he believed everything 
that was told him. 

“ ‘ Leave it to me, and I’ll show you,’ Bunny 


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said, bold as brass. ^ Be down behind the cabbage- 
patch in half an hour, and I’ll have there that 
which will make you a well chicken in less than 
a week. I’ve been thinking of setting up for a 
doctor quite a while, and told my wife this very 
morning that I was going to begin right away.’ 

“ Then Mr. Rabbit he hurried off, and in half 
an hour he was back with a big bundle under his 
front arm. He had a Mother Goose book for 
Cocky to read when he needed to be amused, and 
a nursing-bottle half full of what he called milk 
extract. If that chicken wasn’t a sight when 


Bunny marched him 
into the farm-yard, 
then I hope never 
to see another. 



“ The artist. Bossy 
Calf, was there, and 
he made the pict- 
ure, which I after- 
ward found in the 





tell me what you think. Fancy how poor Mrs. 
Rock must have felt when she saw her baby ! ” 
Mr. Turtle unfolded a paper which he had been 


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holding in his flipper, and here is a fair copy of 
the artist’s work. 

I’ve heard that Mr. Eabbit did really start out 
for a doctor the same day he fixed little Cocky 
Rock up so fine, and there’s no saying how much 
mischief he might have done before people could 
stop him, if he hadn’t run across Mr. Fox. 

“ You seem to have a lot of new stories to-day,” 
your Aunt Amy interrupted. “I surely would 
like to hear how Mr. Fox put a stop to Mr. Bun- 
ny’s being a doctor.” 

Then Mr. Turtle told this story : 

MR. FOX’S PITIFUL STORY. 

“ You see Bunny Rabbit was skipping along 
thinking how much money he would make while 
being a doctor, and not heeding anything else, 
when he came bang into Mr. Fox, who was stand- 
ing under a lot of vines, as if he had been caught 
by them, and couldn’t get away. 

“ Bunny Rabbit he didn’t want to have very 
much business with Mr. Fox, of course not, and 
he stopped as quick as he knew how, looking all 
around to see which way he should run. 

‘‘ ‘ Where are you going, Mr. Rabbit ? ’ Mr. Fox 


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asked as if he was trying fco keep the tears out of 
his eyes. 

‘‘ ‘ IVe got lots of business on hand to-day, Mr. 
Fox, and I don’t know how I’m going to get 
through with it,’ Bunny Babbit replied as he began 
to hop away. 

“‘You wouldn’t leave me here to die, would 
you, Mr. Babbit ? I hear you are a doctor now, 
and you ought to cure everybody, no matter if 
there has been ugly feelings between you and 
some others,’ Mr. Fox said, sweet as honey. ‘ I’m 
in terrible pain here, for these vines and thorns 
are holding me fast. If you could only cut some 
of them away, and then tie up the wounds on my 
back, I would tell everybody you was the greatest 
doctor that ever lived.’ 

“ That kind of talk tickled Bunny Babbit so 
much that he went right up to help Mr. Fox, who 
had tried more than a hundred times to eat him, 
and he hadn’t more than got vdthin reach when 
Mr. Fox jumped on him, for he was only making be- 
lieve when he said he was tangled up in the vines. 

“ Bunny Babbit got away, though ; but he had 
a terribly sore back for a good many weeks, be- 
cause Mr. Fox got a big mouthful of meat, and 
came near getting the whole rabbit. After that 



Mr, Fox deceives Bunny Rabbit. Page 20. 

Bunny Rabbit 





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Bunny seemed to forget all about wanting to be a 
doctor.” 

Mr. Turtle bad bardly more than finished the 
story when who should come up with a hop, skip 
and a jump, but Mr. Bunny Babbit himself. 

‘‘ What’s going on here ? ” he 
asked, fiercely curling his whiskers, 
and Mr. Turtle crept into his shell 
until nothing could be seen but the 
tip of his nose. “ While Plodding 
Turtle was having such a good time 
telling stories about me, I suppose 
he forgot to say anything about 
causing the death of Mrs. Cochin 
China’s youngest boy, didn’t he ? ” 

“ I hadn’t much to do with that,” 

Mr. Turtle said in feeble protest, 
and your Aunt Amy would have 
interfered to prevent what looked very much like 
the beginning of a quarrel, but that Mr. Bunny 
cried angrily : 



MB. TUBTLE’S GBEAT SCHEME. 


“ You had just so much that the poor little 
baby was scalded to death, and that before he’d 
got even the sign of a pin-feather. I had it all 


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from young Webby Duck, and a more truthful 
child can’t be found in any farm-yard. He says 
he was out walking near the old stone wall one 
day, when who should he see but the little China 
baby walking around inside his own egg-shell. 
He had stuck his head and legs through, and was 
toddling around looking very well pleased with 
himself. 



“‘Hello!’ says young Webby. ‘What’s the 
matter with you ? Why don’t you come out of 
doors ? ’ 

“ ‘ I’m out as far as I want to be,’ little China 
said with a grin. ‘ Old Mr. Turtle put me up to 
this game, and it’s a great one.’ 

“‘I’d like to know what it is?’ Webby said. 


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trying to guess the riddle, for that’s what the 
baby looked like. 

“ ‘ It shows that I’m too smart to go around as 
you do, though I’d never have thought of the 
trick if Mr. Turtle hadn’t happened around just 
in time to prevent me from coming entirely out of 
my shell. You see when the bad boys come here 
and begin to pitch stones at the family, all I’ll 
have to do will be to pull in my head and feet, 
and they’ll never notice me, thinking I’m only a 
poor old egg.’ 

“ ‘ So Mr. Turtle put you up to that, did he ? ’ 
Webby said with a wink of his left eye. ‘Well, 
all I can say is that I hope you won’t get into any 
trouble, trying to copy after the Turtle style of 
getting around.’ 

“ It wasn’t long after that before the bad boys 
went into the farm-yard and began to throw 
stones; but Plodding’s educated chicken pulled 
in his head and legs, and kept real quiet. 

“ ‘ Look here ! ’ one of the boys cried as he came 
upon the covering to Mr. Turtle’s young friend. 
‘ Here’s an egg ! Isn’t it strange that it should 
have been left on the ground ? ’ 

“‘Yes,’ said a second boy, ‘and I’ll take it 
home and boil it.’ 


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“ ‘ But it’s a cracked egg,’ another fellow cried, 
and the first one replied as he picked young China 
up: 

“ ‘ Then I’ll put it in extra hot water and boil 
it quick.’ 

“ This scared Mrs. China’s child so much that 
he didn’t dare even to squeak, and in a twinkling 
the bad boys had boiled spring chicken on the 
half-shell for a lunch, while old Mr. Turtle began 
to think, perhaps, that it isn’t safe for every fellow 
to carry his house on his back.” 

“ I may carry my house around with me ; but 
that doesn’t prove that I can’t tell the difference 
between Mr. Man and a stone image,” Mr. Turtle 
cried angrily, and Bunny Babbit began to look a 
bit foolish. 

It surely did seem as if Mr. Turtle and Mr. 
Babbit would have a downright quarrel, and your 
Aunt Amy was eager to prevent it ; but before 
she could speak a word Plodding Turtle began. 

HOW MB. FOX CHEATED BUNNY 
BABBIT. 

“ I’ll tell you about it,” Mr. Turtle said to your 
Aunt Amy, and without waiting to learn if she 


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wanted to hear the story, he began eagerly. “ One 
day Bunny Babbit’s grandfather gave him a lot of 
sweet apples, and he was carrying them home 
when he met old Mr. Fox, who had lived so long 
that all his teeth had dropped out, and, because 
he couldn’t chew meat, he had to eat whatever 
didn’t need much grinding. 

“ ‘ Those are my apples,’ old Mr. Fox said, wish- 
ing he had teeth enough to grind Mr. Babbit up 
into pie. 

“ Of course Bunny explained how he got them ; 
but Mr. Fox sat up, bold as brass, and said they 
never belonged to Mr. Babbit’s grandfather at all. 

“ ‘ Mr. Man gave them to me as much as a week 
ago,’ Mr. Fox said, ‘and if you’re an honest 
Babbit you’ll go with me to him and find out 
about it.’ 

“ Bunny Babbit, knowing his grandfather had 
really given him the apples, thought the easiest 
way to prevent a quarrel would be to go to Mr. 
Man and ask him about it, so he agreed ; but said 
he didn’t know where to find Mr. Man at that 
time of day. 

“ ‘ I’ll . find him for you,’ Mr. Fox said with a 
grin. ‘We’ll ask him if your grandfather ever 
owned any apples, and if he doesn’t say anything, 


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not wanting to call anybody a liar, you’ll agree to 
give the apples to me ? ’ 

‘‘ Bunny Rabbit was so certain Mr. Man would 
tell Mr. Fox the apples belonged to Grandfather 
Rabbit, that he promised to settle it in that way, 
and then Mr. Fox marched straight off to where a 
stone image stood in a grove. 

“ Mr. Fox asked about the apples in a loud 
voice, making a long story out of it, and of course 
the image couldn’t say a word, so Bunny Rabbit 
had to give up all that his grandfather had given 
to him, for he never so much as guessed the trick 
Mr. Fox had played on him.” 

“ Mr. Fox may have fooled me then ; but I 
didn’t try to pay it off on a poor lamb, as I know 
you did,” Bunny Rabbit said sharply. 

“ You seem to know almost everything all of a 
sudden,” Mr. Turtle snapped, and Bunny replied 
innocently : 

“ I never put foolish ideas into people’s heads, 
as I’ve heard you did over on Squirm lake.” 

Your Aunt Amy was really anxious to hear the 
story, and it must be confessed that she intended 
to encourage Mr. Bunny when she said : 

“I would like to know what was done at 
Squirm lake,” 



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Mr. Tui’tle pulled liis head into his shell, and 
Bunny Babbit began the story, watching old 
Plodding keenly all the while. 

WHEN MR. GOOSE AND MR. FROG 
WORE CLOTHES. 

“ This is the way of it, as Mr. Crow told me, 
and he’s ready to say it’s the solemn truth. Old 
Daddy Turtle, who spends his time running 
around telling what he thinks are funny things 
about me, used to live near Squirm lake, and his 
nearest neighbors were the Gooses and the Frogs 
He struck up quite chummy with Mr. Cilly Goose 
and Professor Green Frog — was all the time tell- 
ing them what fine folks they were, so’s they’d 
throw something nice to eat in his way. 

“ Now you know Squirm lake is where summer 
boarders come in hot weather to fight flies and 
scold about the food, and all of them got into the 
habit of walking down to the lake when they 
didn’t have anything else to do, which was mostly 
all the time. They’d put on their good clothes 
and toddle around the shore saying, because they 
didn’t know what else to say : 

“ ‘ Oh, look at the 5^^-utiful swan ! ’ 


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“ ‘ Will you cast your eyes on that handsome 
frog ! ’ 

“ At first Cilly and Green didn’t pay any at- 
tention to the stuff; but old Daddy Turtle must 
needs stick his nose in, 
and he said one night ^ 
when he was feeling as 
if he’d like to have 
somebody go out and 
hunt up a supper for 
him : 

“‘You fellows don’t 
seem to understand 
where you are at. Can’t 
you hear the city folks 
praising you ? Why 
don’t you put on some 
style, and be in the 
swim ? ’ 

Professor Frog Before He took Mr. “ ‘ How can we ? ’ Mr. 
Turtle's Advice. 

ding promised to fix the whole thing up next morn- 
ing, so of course he got a good supper without 
being obliged to hunt for it very much. 

“ Next morning Mr. Goose was rigged out in a 
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ought to have, with a terribly high piccadilly col- 
lar and a tall hat. Professor Frog wasn’t the 
right shape to fit clothes very much ; but Plod- 
ding fixed him up with a low standing collar and 
a swell derby hat. 



Dressed for the City Folks. 


“ After he had got them up in that style Mr. 
Turtle sat on the bank to hear what the city folks 
would say, and the swells strutted back and forth 



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looking at each other till Mr. Goose began to find 
fault with Professor Frog's collar. 

“ ‘ Why don’t you wear something that folks 
can see ? That thing around your neck looks like 
a shoe-string.’ 

“ ‘ It’s all right,’ Professor Frog said as he 
jumped up on a mud-bank. ‘ The very best people 
wear the same kind.’ 

‘‘ ‘ Just fancy what a sight I’d be with that little 
linen band ! ’ Mr. Goose said, in a very disagreeable 
tone. ‘ This neck of mine was made for stylish 
collars, and that’s what I’ve got, for Mr. Turtle 
told me so. That hat of yours. — Well, it’s a dis- 
grace to the lake ! ’ 

“ Think what a figure I’d be in that collar of 
yours,’ Professor Frog said with a grin. ‘It might 
do if I was in the last stages of a sore throat. 
Then those clothes of yours ! Awful, simply 
awful ! I tell you my outfit is the style ! ’ 

“ ‘You don’t know anything about it,’ and now 
Mr. Goose began to lose his temper. ‘ Such an 
outfit as yours wouldn’t do at all for a stylish 
figure like mine.’ 

“Well, they kept on in that strain for five 
minutes or more, while Mr. Turtle sat on the bank 
wondering whether he dared to open his mouth or 


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not, and then they began regularly fightiog till 
the goose came within less than an inch of swal- 
lowing the frog. After that, with collars torn, 
clothes muddy, and hats smashed, they sat down 
on the shore trying to get their breath. 

“ ^ I guess the style is to wear what suits you 
best,’ Mr. Goose said sadly, as he smoothed his 
ruffled feathers. 

“ ‘ You’ve hit the truth of it now,’ Professor 
Frog agreed, and then he glared at Mr. Turtle in 
a way that wasn’t at all friendly. 

Plodding Turtle began to think it was time 
for him to make a move, and he started off the 
best he knew how, which wasn’t any too quick, 
for after a little while Professor Frog and Mr. 
Goose decided that it would be a good idea to 
tumble the old fellow into the water; but then 
he was among the bulrushes where they couldn’t 
get at him handily. Just take notice that the 
next day he and his wife moved away from Squirm 
lake, and haven’t been back there since.” 

‘‘You don’t dare go up there either,” Mr. Turtle 
said snappily, as he showed the tip of his nose. 
“ If Professor Frog ever gets the chance, he’ll serve 
you out in great shape on account of that poetry 
you wrote,” 


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“ You don’t know anything about it,” Bunny 
Babbit replied uneasily, hopping about as if he 
had it in his mind to run away. 

By this time it seemed to your Aunt Amy that, 
in order to hear the greatest number of stories, it 
would be well to let Mr. Babbit and Mr. Turtle 
tell of each other’s failings, therefore she re- 
remained silent, and Mr. Turtle said sharply : 

MB. FBOG’S LOVE STOBY. 

“Poetry isn’t the only thing I can bring up 
against you, Mr. Bunny Babbit, and we may as 
well have the whole business out here and now. 
First, I’ll read what you wrote about Professor 
Frog, and then I’m going to tell how you caused 
the death of Jack Coon. 

“ Here’s his poetry,” Mr. Turtle said as he 
climbed on a log in order that he might the better 
be seen and heard, and then read these lines : 

The bull-frog loved the Widow Crow, 

But wasn’t fond of black, 

And said, “ I’ll never marry you 
For taste in dress you lack. 

“ If you were like the robin red. 

Or like the jay-bird blue, 


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I’d say, ‘My dear, come fl)’’ with me, 

And be my sweet-heart true.’ 

“ But I’m afraid to marry you. 

When you wear your clothes of black ; 
I’d always fear your husband dear 
From crow-land would fly back.” 



“ You need not fret,” the crow replied, 
“ I’d never marry thee. 

While true you have a green-back rare, 
I cannot spend it, see ? 

“ I’m looking for a man with gold. 

Who has it in his pack. 

And not a hopping bull-frog bold, 

With green-backs on his back,” 


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Now what do you think of that ? ” Mr. Turtle 
asked as he ceased reading. It is not only the 
w’orst kind of stuff, but a regular slur on Professor 
Frog.” 

“ You think you are awful smart, don’t you ? ” 
Bunny cried, suddenly looking up from the clover 
he had been pretending to eat. “ While you are 
about it, why don’t you tell how you got poor 
little Miss Lamb to spend her time loitering around 
the streets looking for Mary, just as if there could 
be two lambs to follow one girl to school ? ” 

“ It wasn’t my fault if she didn’t find the right 
girl,” Mr. Turtle cried as a blush overspread his 
hard cheek. “ Why didn't Miss Lamb stay where 
she was till Mary came along ? ” 

“ Because she’d been gray-headed with waiting, 
if she hadn’t starved to death first,” and Bunny 
danced to and fro in wild delight because of hav- 
ing such good proof that he had vexed Mr. Turtle. 
‘‘ Suppose we hear all about it, if you’ve got 
through reading poetry ? ” 

“ Give me time first to tell how you made Mr. 
Jack Coon commit suicide,” Mr. Turtle said 
sharply. 


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THE LAMB GOES HUNTING FOB MAKY. 

“ Never mind about that ; I’m going to exj)lain 
how you persuaded Miss Lamb to act foolishly, 
same’s Mr. Goose and Professor Frog did,” and 
Bunny spoke hurriedly, as if fearing lest Plod- 
ding Turtle should have an opportunity to tell 
about Jack Coon. 

I would like very much to hear both stories,” 
your Aunt Amy said, trying very hard not to 
laugh, for the expression on Mr. Babbit’s face was 
very comical. 

Mr. Turtle suddenly went into his shell, and, 
taking a seat on the log beside him. Bunny told 
the story of Miss Lamb’s folly. 

“Once, not so very long ago, old Mr. Turtle 
spent a week or ten days going down to the vil- 
lage library, where he took out a book that had 
in it the story of Mary’s little lamb. He had a 
chance to read it two or three times before he got 
home, and then he found that Miss Lamb was at 
his house to take supper. 

“ He looked at her and then at the book, till it 
struck him that it would be a fine thing if she 
could be Mary’s lamb, and he told her a whole lot 


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of stuff about Mary’s being such a nice girl, who 
loved the whole sheep family till she couldn’t 
sleep unless she had one or two waiting around 
for her. 



“ Miss Lamb was ready to be a pupil at school, 
and begged Mr. Turtle to tell her how she could 
find Mary. Of course he didn’t know anything 
about it; but he looked wise, as if he had the 
whole business at his fiippers’ ends, and told her 


25unnp j!ta66it^^ ^totp^ 87 

all she’d have to do would be to wait around on 
the road near the pasture fence, till Mary came 
along, when the rest of it would be easy enough. 

‘‘ Miss Lamb, thinking her bread would be all 
cake if she could adopt Mary, did as Mr. Turtle 
told her. She crawled under the fence so she 
might be in plain sight of everybody that passed 
by, and there she waited as patient as any statue. 

“ She waited, and waited, and waited until she 
thought that after all she was going to be disap- 
pointed, and was just about to give it up and go 
back to Mr. Turtle’s home to tell him how many 
kinds of a foolish old shell-back he was, when 
along came a girl. 

“ ‘ This is Mary sure enough,’ Miss Lamb said 
to herself when the girl patted her on the head, 
and acted as if she’d like to have just such a lamb. 
‘ Mr. Turtle is an old fellow with a good deal of 
sound common sense, and I’ll thank him as a lamb 
should, the first chance I have.’ 

“The two went down the road together for 
some distance, before Miss Lamb remembered that 
she hadn’t asked where they were going, and then 
she said innocent-like : 

“ ‘ I suppose it won’t be a great while before we 
get to the school ? ’ 


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‘“AVe’re not going to school. Did you think 
that a big girl like me would be going to school, 
when she is needed at home to help take care of 
the other children ? ’ 

“ ‘ Why, aren’t you Mary ? ’ Miss Lamb asked in 
surprise. 

“ ‘ Oh, no indeed. My name is Betty.’ 

“‘Did you have a lamb when you went to school?’ 

“ ‘ Indeed I did not, but if I had owned one, 
you may be certain he would have been in the 
pasture where he belonged, instead of following 
me to school.’ 

, “ ‘ Then I’m not Mary’s little lamb at all,’ Miss 
Lamb cried in disappointment, wiping one eye 
with the softest corner of her front hoof. ‘ I’m 
certain Mr. Turtle wouldn’t like it if I went off 
with anybody by the name of Betty. 

“ Then she crept under the fence and went home, 
wishing she had spent her time eating the spring 
grass, and chewing daisies, instead of waiting for 
Mary, who wasn’t Mary after all, but only Betty. 
What Mr. Turtle said when she accused him of 
making her appear foolish, I never heard.” 

“ And you never will,” Mr. Turtle said, sud- 
denly poking his nose out of his shell, “ because 
she didn’t accuse me. That was the time when 


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everybody was so worked up over the way you 
served Jack Coon that they couldn’t think of any- 
thing else.” 

“ You have said so much about the trouble Mr. 
Rabbit had with Mr. Coon that I am getting very 
eager to hear about it,” your Aunt Amy said, 
and it almost seemed as if Mr. Turtle laughed, 
because he was so pleased at her desire to know 
what it was he wanted to tell. 


MR. TURTLE MAKES A MISTAKE. 

“ Look here ! ” Bunny Rabbit cried suddenly, as 
if trying to change the subject of the conversa- 
tion. let me tell you why Plodding Turtle 

and Mrs. Porcupine are not as good friends 
as they used to be. The time was when one 
couldn’t seem to get along without the other ; but 
the other day, when Mr. Turtle was feeling real 
young, he asked Mrs. Porcupine if she knew how 
to play ‘ Pig.’ 

‘‘ Of course Mrs. Porcupine said she didn’t ; but 
would like very much to learn. Now you know 
that when any one plays ‘ pig it is only to fool 
the person who never heard of the game, and Mr. 


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Turtle lie was going to have some fun with Mrs. 
Porcupine. 

“ Well, he told her to stand with her front feet 
on a rock, and shut her eyes. Then he went off a 
long ways to ask her again if she knew how to 
play ‘ pig ’ ; but while he was gone four big snakes 
crept up, and Mr. Turtle was so slow about get- 
ting anywhere that he didn’t see them. 

“Now you know that after you’ve got some- 
body standing around with their eyes shut, think- 
ing something funny is going to happen, and ask 
them if they know how to play ‘ pig,’ the answer 
will be ‘No,’ and then you say: ‘Then stand there 
till you do.’ 

“Well, that’s what Mr. Turtle said to Mrs. 
Porcupine, and he was laughing to split his sides 
when she opened her eyes, and saw the terrible 
snakes looking as if they were getting ready to 
bite her. 

“ Oh me, oh my, how she did scream ! She 
thought Mr. Turtle had brought the snakes there 
to frighten her, and declares she will stick his 
nose full of quills if he ever dares to come around 
her house again.” 

“It was an accident that might have hap- 
pened to any one,” Mr. Turtle snapped, “ and not 



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a wicked, cruel thing, such as you did to Mr. 
Coon.” 

“ So you’re still aching to tell that foolish old 
story, are you ? ” Bunny asked sharply. 

“ I’m not aching very badly ; but I’m going to 
tell it all the same,’’ Mr. Turtle snapped, and 
Bunny Rabbit stretched himself out on the log 
as if to sleep, pretending that it made no difference 
to him what was said. 

“ I surely hope you will tell it this time,” your 
Aunt Amy said, and again Plodding Turtle 
seemed to laugh. 

THE SAD FATE OF MR. COON. 

“Bunny Rabbit went one day last month to 
rob Mr. Jack Coon’s turnip-crib, and Mr. Coon 
caught him in the very act,” Mr. Turtle began. 
“ He had both front paws and his mouth full of 
turnip, so of course it was no use for him to claim 
that he was only looking for clover leaves. 

“ ‘ I’ll march you straight off to jail, that’s what 
I’ll do with you,’ Mr. Coon said, as he caught 
Bunny by both ears and twisted them around his 
paws so the thief couldn’t get away. 

“ Then Bunny Rabbit began to beg, and he’s a 


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rare hand at anything of that kind, when it’s a 
case of saving his own skin. 

“‘Don’t march me off to jail!’ he cried, the 
tears running down his cheeks. ‘ Anything but 
that ! I know I ought 
to be killed ; throw me in 
the river — drown me ; but 
don’t, dear, kind, good Mr. 
Coon, don’t march me off to 
jail ! ’ 

“‘All right,’ said old 
Mr. Coon, paying no atten- 
tion to Bunny Rabbit’s 
tears. ‘ I’m willing enough 
to kill you ; but if I throw 
you into the river you’ll 
swim out. I know you of 
you’re planning this very 

“ ‘ I was just coming to that part of it,’ Bunny 
Rabbit said with a sigh. ‘ I was going to ask you 
to tie my paws behind my back, so’s I couldn’t 
swim a stroke. You see I know I ought to die ; 
but I’m afraid when I get in that cold water, 
I might try to swim, and so I want you to tie 
me.’ 



Bunny’s Family Waiting for 
Turnips. 


old, and that’s what 


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“ Old Mr. Coon thought he had never seen such 
a repentant rabbit in all his days. There was 
something suspicious about it ; but he set to work 
tying Bunny’s front paws behind his back, and he 
did it good and tight. Then Bunny Babbit stood 
on the bank of the river and wept, and the tears 
hopped down his furry little cheeks, but his paws 
were tied so he couldn’t wipe them away. It 
was a piteous sight, so I’ve been told. 

“ ‘ Go up to the top of that high hill,’ Bunny 
said, speaking as if the sorrow was tearing his 
heart out. ‘ Go up to the very top, and run down 
as fast as ever you can, so’s to give me a good 
shove way out in the middle of the river, where 
I’ll drown quick.’ 

“ Then Mr. Coon went up the hill and ran down 
as fast as he could ; but you see Bunny’s hind 
paws hadn’t been tied, and when Mr. Coon got 
close to him, he hopped aside as sprightly as a 
potato bug. Of course Mr. Coon couldn’t stop 
in time, and splash he went into the river. 

“ ‘ Oh, save me ! Save me. Brother Bunny Rab- 
bit ! ’ he cried, for you see old Mr. Coon couldn’t 
swim a little bit. 

“ ‘ I would, Mr. Coon,’ Bunny answered solemnly. 
‘ I surely would save your life, even if you did 


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threaten to march me off to jail, but you see 
you’ve tied my front paws, and I can’t do the 
littlest mite of a thing.’ 

‘‘ So old Mr. Coon was drowned, and after he’d 
coaxed Mrs. Field Mouse to gnaw the rope apart. 



Bunny Rabbit Going for Mr. Coon’s Turnips. 


Bunny Eabbit ran as fast as he could to Mr. 
Coon’s turnip-crib, and took all the turnips he 
wanted.” 

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thing,” Bunny cried, suddenly arousing from his 
pretended sleep. “ Do you suppose a fellow is 
going to stand by and see himself killed, without 
so much as raising a finger to prevent it ? ” 

“You needn’t have murdered poor Mr. Coon 
while trying to save your own neck,” Mr. Turtle 
said severely. 

“How did I murder him? Weren’t my paws 
tied so’s I couldn’t do even the littlest thing to- 
ward helping him out of the scrape ? ” 

“ Would you have helped him if you could, 
Bunny Babbit ? ” Mr. Turtle asked sharply. 

“ That’s got nothing to do with it. He killed 
himself by running so fast ; I hadn’t any hand 
in it.” 

“ But he was doing only what you asked him 
to do,” Mr. Turtle said, and he turned to your 
Aunt Amy, thinking she would take his side in 
the squabble ; but she shook her head, saying : 

“ I think it best you two should settle the mat- 
ter between yourselves.” 

“ Well, Mr. Coon was only doing what Mr. 
Babbit asked him to do,” Mr. Turtle repeated. 


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MES. BRAHMA’S QUEER FAMILY. 

• 

“ Suppose he was ? ” Bunny asked scornfully. 
‘‘ Suppose I was to ask you to swallow your shell, 
and you killed yourself trying to be too obliging, 
would I be to blame ? You remind me, with all 
your stories and poetry, of old Mrs. Brahma, who 
fussed around till she got a lot of different kind 
of eggs, and believed they’d all hatch out true- 
blooded Brahmas. 

“ When she got the eggs in the nest she spent 
her time figuring just what kind of a youngster 
would come out of each egg, as if she could tell by 
the color what was inside. 

“ ‘ There will be a nice snow-white chick come 
out of this shell,’ she cackled to herself. ‘ Out of 
this a black chicken ; in that a pretty Dominick, 
and from this you’ll see a little brown fellow. 
Then, out of that egg in the middle will hatch a 
fine game chicken, whose feathers, when he grows 
up, will be red and green and yellow. My, my, 
what a set of chickens I shall have ! ’ 

“ Of course she was very proud, and sat there 
until the day came when the eggs hatched. Well, 
what do you think ? The first thing that came 
out of an egg was a funny little duck. He looked 


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up at the old hen with the oddest kind of a wink 
as he said ‘ quack, quack,’ and then he wobbled olf 
looking for a drink of water. 

‘‘Mrs. Brahma was very much surprised and 
disappointed, but her eyes opened wider when out 



Old Mrs. Brahma’s First Chicken. 


of the next egg hopped a long-legged turkey, who 
said ‘gobble, gobble,’ and strutted away as if he 
owned the barn, nest and all. 

“ Then another shell opened and out stepped a 
guinea chicken, who made a queer noise with his 
teeth, as if he had a saw inside his head and was 
filing it, after which he toddled out into the barn- 
yard. 

“ The next egg was a large one, and when the 



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shell split open a sad*faced gosling stuck his head 
out. By this time old Mrs. Brahma was be- 
wildered, and when she saw the whole of the 
gosling’s head, she turned on her heels and ran as 
fast as she could away from the place. She had 
never seen so many funny creatures hatched out 
before, and she said afterwards that she never 
wanted to see another such a collection.” 

“ I don’t for the life of me see what that story 
has to do with me,” Mr. Turtle said as he popped 
his head out of the shell. “ I didn’t ask her to 
set on the eggs, neither did I go around telling 
that Mr. Frog could roar louder than a lion.” 

“ That must be another story,” your Aunt Amy 
said, beginning to understand that the more Mr. 
Rabbit and Mr. Turtle disputed, the more stories 
she would hear. 

“ So it is,” Mr. Turtle replied eagerly, ‘‘ and a 
very funny one, I think.” 

THE FROG’S BOAST. 

‘‘I only repeated what Mr. Frog told me,” 
Bunny replied just a trifle sulkily. 

“ But you believed it, and got all the animals 
in the woods to come down by the pond and hear 
him,” Mr. Turtle said with a scornful laugh, and 



Mr, Frog trying his voice. Page 49. 

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then, turning toward your Aunt Amy, he added, 
“ Bunny hunted around till he’d found everybody, 
and told them to be at the pond Saturday after- 
noon. He’d forgotten how he made a fool of him- 
self about hearing an elephant in the water. 

“Well, the lion and all his friends came, and 
Mr. Fox was chosen to sit well down in front and 
act the part of judge. When every one was 
ready. Bunny Babbit called for Mr. Frog to come 
out, and he went and sat down by the lion as if he’d 
done some great thing. 

“ Mr. Frog came out on the bank mth himself 
all swelled out ; but even then he wasn’t much 
larger than one of the cat-tails that grew near by, 
and after clearing his throat and waving his front 
feet, he began to sing ‘ker-chug, ker-chune,’ mak- 
ing his voice as hoarse as possible. 

“All the animals waited patiently for him to 
roar, and he swelled out his throat bigger and 
bigger without making any more noise, till he split 
his mouth way back to his ears. Mr. Lion lost 
his temper just then, and stepped on Mr. Frog, 
flattening him till he looked like one of Mrs. 
Man’s cookies. Mr. Fox snapped at Mr. Babbit, 
and would have bitten his head off because he had 
fooled them so badly, if Bunny hadn’t jumped 
4 


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right over Mr. Ox’s horns, running into the swamp 
faster than he ever ran before.” 

“ If I couldn’t have moved faster than you do, 
I’d never been able to find all the animals,” Bunny 
Babbit said sharply. 

“ I may be a bit slow now and then ; but I don’t 
have to run away from small boys and toy dogs,” 
Mr. Turtle snapped. 

Your Aunt Amy looked sharply at Mr. Babbit, 
understanding that the opportunity for another 
story had come. 

“ You don’t have to because you can’t,” Bunny 
Babbit replied with a laugh. “ When little boys 
come around where you are, they roll you over 
half a dozen times, and then give up trying to get 
any fun out of you. I suppose you’re thinking of 
the time when you thought you saw me running 
away from that little Man boy ? ” 

TOMMY MAN GOES HUNTING. 

‘‘ I didn’t thinTc anything about it, for I saw you 
going as fast as your legs would carry you,” Mr. 
Turtle replied. 

“ Did you run away from him ? ” your Aunt 
Amy asked, and Mr. Babbit replied ; 


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“ That was because I had to meet a rabbit, and 
didn’t have time to try his way of getting over 
the ground. There wasn’t any need of my run- 
ning because of Tommy Man, and when I tell the 
story you’ll see there wasn’t. I’m rather proud 
of what I did that day. 



The Rabbit Hunter and Mr. Towser. 


“ You see Tommy Man is near-sighted and deaf, 
by reason of having had the scarlet fever. I know 
him well ; his home and mine are quite near to- 
gether — we’re what you might call neighbors. 
I’m free to admit that it was a close call for me 
at one time, and if I hadn’t had my wits about me, 


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I might have gone home with Tommy to stay till 
after the rabbit pie had been eaten. 

‘‘Tommy came out to look for me, and had 
followed my tracks down to the fence before I 
knew what was in the wind. Then I had to make 
the fur fly in order to double back on my trail 
to get behind the boy, and there I sat waiting for 
a chance to make a bold break to cover, when up 
came Mr. Towser Dog. 

“ It looked to me as if I was in a mighty tight 
place, and I knew that nothing but real wit would 
save me. I put on a brave look, as if boys or 
dogs didn’t bother me any, and 
said to Mr. Towser : 

“ ‘ Good morning, sir, you’re look- 
ing well to-day.’ 

“ Mr. Towser growled in a most 
ill-mannered way ; but I squatted 
on my hind legs as if to have a 
regular visit, and asked the dog : 

“ ‘ Are you out hunting ? ’ 

“ ‘ Yes, you idiot,’ Mr. Towser 

Mr.TowserisAngry. 

quite decided whether he’d jump on me then, or 
wait till his master got ready to find out that the 
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“ ‘ Are you looking for rabbits ? ’ I asked as if 
it didn’t seem possible be could be thinking of such 
a thing. 

“‘OE course I’m looking for rabbits. What 
else would I be out here after ? ’ Mr. Towser said 
real impolitely. 

“‘Kabbits, eh? ’ I said half to myself. ‘Well 
now that’s strange.’ 

“ ‘ Why is it strange ?’ Mr. Towser 
asked, beginning to grow curious. 

“ ‘ Because you’re not a rabbit 
dog,’ I said, speaking soft as mush. 

‘Now if I was in your place I 
wouldn’t bother with such small 
game. As I size you up, my friend, 

I take you to be a bulldog. Am I 
right?’ 

“ ‘ That’s what I am,’ and Mr. Mr. Towser is 
Towser swelled out his chest in cunous. 
great shape. 

“ ‘ Then, my dear fellow,’ I said, looking at his 
ugly face as if I thought it very beautiful, ‘ it’s 
bad form for one of your breeding to be seen in 
the company of cotton-tail rabbits like me. You 
should choose your friends from a different set 
than mine.’ 



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“ By this time Mr. Dog was all puffed up with 
pride, and he tried to laugh as he said in quite a 
friendly tone : 

“ ‘ It does seem to be rather absurd for a bull- 
dog to be hunting rabbits, doesn’t it ? I hadn’t 
thought of that before, I really hadn’t.’ 

“ Then, nodding to me as if we had really been 
friends, he turned his back on little Tommy Man, 
and ran toward home. I remembered that I’d 
promised to meet a rabbit, and hurried off in the 
other direction ; but it wasn’t because I was afraid 
of what Tommy might do. Why, I’ve stepped 
right up to Mr. Man, and, what’s more, got the 
best of him after that ! ” 

“ How is that, Mr. Babbit ? ” your Aunt Amy 
asked, knowing the little fellow was ready to tell 
another story ; but before he could reply Mr. 
Turtle interrupted. 

‘‘ If Bunny Babbit has settled down to tell of 
the brave things he thinks he has done, there’ll 
be no chance for any one else to get in a word 
edgeways,” Mr. Turtle said in a fretful tone. 
“ He believes there isn’t another person in this 
world equal to him in smartness; but I notice 
that ’Squire Owl makes him toe the mark.” 

“ I ain’t afraid of the ’Squire except after dark, 


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when I can’t see him very well,” Bunny said 
bravely, whereupon Mr. Turtle asked with a sneer: 
“Did you ever see the poetry Mr. Crow’s oldest 



Mr. Crow’s Daughter. 


daughter made about the love which ’Squire Owl 
has for your family ? ” 

“No,” Bunny cried eagerly and excitedly. 
“ Have you got it tucked away in your shell ? ” 

MR OWL AT DINNER. 

“ She gave my wife a copy of the verses, and I 
guess I can find it somewhere.” 

“ Look for it, will you, dear Mr. Turtle ? ” and 
now Bunny spoke in a pleading tone. “ If young 
Miss Crow has written anything about my family, 
I surely would like to hear it.” 

Mr. Turtle’s head disappeared, and a moment 


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later a folded paper was thrust out of the shell. 
Bunny seized it eagerly, and read aloud : 

“ Waiter, where’s the bill of fare ? 

Same old dishes, I declare. 

Rat-tail soup, and fresh mouse stew. 

Can’t you bring me something new ? ” 



’Squire Owl at Dinner. 


Then the waiter scratched his head ; 
“ Rabbit’s very good,” he said. 

“ That’s the very thing to fetch up,” 
Cried the owl, « and lots of ketchup.” 


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“ Bring it soon, I have a date 
At the club at half-past eight ; 

When I speak I always feel 
Better if I’ve had a meal.” 

“ I can’t see that there’s very much about the 
rabbit family,” Bunny said in a tone of disappoint- 
ment, as he ceased reading. “ What is the mean- 
ing of it all ? I can’t see why Mr. Turtle wanted 
to stick that thing in our faces Just now, unless it 
was because Miss Crow wrote it. She ain’t very 
much of a poet, and I ought to know something 
about making verses, for I’ve had considerable 
experience.” 

Just at this moment Mr. Turtle gave vent to a 
most scornful laugh, and Bunny hopped off the 
log to hunt for clover; but, failing to find any, 
came back to boast of having “ got the best of 
Mr. Man.” 

“ I surely hope you will tell that, or some other 
story,” your Aunt Amy said quickly, and Mr. 
Babbit replied : 

“I won’t go away without telling how I fooled 
Mr. Man, even if Plodding is so angry that he’d 
like to bite his own tail, but can’t because his 
shell is so stiff that he ain’t able to get at it.” 

“ I’ll bite my tail if I want to,” Mr. Turtle 


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snapped sharply as he half-turned on the log to 
face Bunny once more. “ You’ll find that when 
Mr. Rabbit gets the best of anybody it’s by some 
underhanded trick, the same as he served out to 
Jack Coon, or by telling what isn’t true. He’s 
like Tommy Ape who traveled with the circus, 
and was always bragging about how he knocked 
Spottie Leopard silly.” 

HOW MR. APE WHIPPED MR. LEOPARD. 

‘‘ What’s that ? ” Bunny Rabbit asked quickly, 
suddenly growing interested. “ It must be the 
only one of your stories that I haven’t heard a 
dozen times over.” 

“ This one isn’t so very old, and, besides, I’m 
not in the habit of telling things more than once, 
while there are some that I haven’t whispered to 
a single person, as for example, the trick I played 
on your great-grandfather.” 

“ I’m not very much interested in the old gentle- 
man, so go ahead with the yarn about Tommy 
Ape,” Bunny said with a sneer. 

“ One day Spottie Leopard was out walking for 
his health, and met Tommy Ape on the road,” 
Mr, Turtle began. “ Because he was feeling a 


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bit hungry, and because Tommy had been saucy 
to him a short time before, Mr. Leopard con- 
cluded that a slice of ape meat was what he needed 
very badly. 

“‘I’m going to eat you, Tommy, and I won’t 



Mr. Leopard and Tommy Ape. 


even button your ears back when I swallow you,’ 
he said. 

« ‘ Very well,’ Mr. Ape replied, mild as a sick 
sparrow. ‘ I suppose I can’t help myself, and I 


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hope you’ll have a good time, for I always liked 
you.’ 

“ ‘ Thank you,’ said Mr. Leopard. 

“ ‘ Yes,’ Tommy went on meekly, ‘ you’ve been 
a good friend of mine, and I want you to allow 
me to do you a favor before you cut my throat.’ 

“ ‘ What is it ? ’ asked Mr. Leopard. 

“ ‘ I have in this cocoanut an immense sum of 
money,’ Tommy said earnestly, as if he was tell- 
ing the truth for the last time in his life, ‘ and I 
want to make you a present of it. You will be 
rich and happy all the rest of your life.’ 

“ ‘ Thank you,’ said Mr. Leopard. 

“ ‘ And to be sure that it is all here, I want to 
break the cocoanut open.’ 

“ ‘ Of course,’ said Mr. Leopard. 

“ ‘ And as there are no stones around here, I shall 
have to ask that you let me crack the nut on your 
head.’ 

“ ‘ Very well,’ said Mr. Leopard. 

“Then the sly Tommy took the cocoanut be- 
tween his two hands, and gave Mr. Leopard such 
a good blow on the skull that the big fellow fell 
over on the ground as if he was dead. Before 
Mr. Leopard came to his senses, Mr. Thomas Ape 
was many miles away,” 


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As he ceased speaking Mr. Turtle looked out 
of the corner of his eye slyly at Bunny Rabbit, 
most likely thinking he would be angry ; but Mr. 
Rabbit appeared deeply interested. 

‘‘ That’s what I call a good trick,” Bunny said 
approvingly. “ I never met Tommy Ape ; but 
if I ever do come across him he shall know my 
opinion. He and I ought to be partners, for I 
got the best of Mr. Man almost as nicely.” 

It was evident that Mr. Turtle had failed of 
teaching Bunny a lesson on the sin of telling that 
which was not true ; but, on the contrary, had only 
given him encouragement to continue in his evil 
ways. And all this the old fellow understood, 
for he sighed deeply as he scratched his nose with 
one front flipper, while Mr. Rabbit, crossing one 
hind leg over the other in a most comfortable 
position, began to tell what he believed was his 
best trick. 

Then it was Mr. Turtle would have put an end 
to the story-telling, by trying to bite Mr. Bunny's 
short tail; but your Aunt Amy put an end to 
such mischief by taking a position between the 
two, after which Bunny Rabbit began : 


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THE TRAP MR. MAN SET. 

“ One day when I was hopping around in the 
woods looking for something to eat, I saw a large 
trap which had been set by Mr. Man. No one 
believes I’d be foolish enough to walk into such 
a thing, for I am pretty well up on the tricks of 
this world ; but I looked the property over to see 
if it was worth spending my time on. 



The Trap and the Carrot. 


“Inside was the biggest, nicest looking carrot 
I ever saw. It made my mouth water, and I 
tried to figure some plan for getting it without 
putting myself in a hole. Two or three times I 
came near giving up the job as a bad one, and 
then I said to myself : 


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“ ‘ Look here, Bunny, that carrot just the same 
as belongs to you, and you’ve got to have it by 
hook or by crook, it don’t make any difference 
which.’ 

“ It seemed as if talking to myself gave me just 
the right idea, and in another minute I was trot- 
ting off to Mr. Man’s house in the woods. I knew 
pretty well where to find it, and it wasn’t a great 
while before I was pounding on his door, the same 
as if I was a policeman. 

“ ‘ Hello, Mr. Man, come out here ! ’ 

“ Mr. Man stuck his head out of the window. 

“ ‘ What do you want around here, you idle 
villain?’ he asked as if he wanted to bite my 
head off. 

“ ‘ Please, Mr. Man, will you give me a brick ? ’ 
I asked, speaking soft, as if I had a hot potato in 
my mouth. 

u i What do you want with a brick ? ’ he asked, 
sticking his head a little further out, and looking 
me over from ears to tail. 

“ ‘ I am tired of life and want to die,’ I said, 
looking terribly sorrowful. ‘I’ll tie the brick 
around my neck, and jump into the pond. You’ll 
never be troubled with me again.’ 

“ Of course Mr. Man wanted to get rid of me 


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because I’d done him a good bit of harm about 
the place, and he passed out the brick as soon as 
he could find it. 

“ I tucked the brick under my arm and started 
for the pond, he watching till I’d got behind the 
alders, and then I ran across to where the trap 
was standing. Then I tied the brick to the other 
end of the lever and held the trap door, and it 
wasn’t any trick after that to get the carrot with- 
out running the risk of being caught. 

“You see it wouldn’t do to carry off Mr. Man’s 
brick, else he might say I’d been stealing, so I 
left it in the trap, with a note that said, ‘ Please 
leave this brick right here till I get time to use it ; 
I’ve been called away on important business, and 
may be gone two or three days.’ 

“ I haven’t got back since ; but I don’t expect 
Mr. Man is sitting up nights watching for me, 
because most likely he has a suspicion that I 
didn’t want to drown myself in the pond half as 
much as I wanted that cari’ot.” 

“Between such tricks as that, and stealing, I 
don’t see any difference,” Mr. Turtle remarked. 
“In the first place, Mr. Bunny Rabbit, you set 
out to tell a regular lie, and that’s wicked. Then 
you don’t hesitate to steal ” 


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“You can’t put your flipper on a single thing 
I ever really stole in all my life ! ” Bunny cried 
angrily. 

“ What about Jack Coon’s turnips?” 

“ Oh, they don’t count,” and Bunny scratched 
his ear in perplexity, for it seemed very much as 
if Plodding Turtle was bent on reading him a 
lesson which he had no desire to learn. 

“ If I could take pride in such things, you’d 
have heard a full hundred times over of the trick 
I played on your great-grandfather ; but I try to 
be honest, and if it so happens that I haven’t done 
just right, I hold my tongue, instead of running 
around the neighborhood bragging about my dis- 
honesty.” 

“ Suppose you tell us the story of the trick you 
played on Mr. Babbit’s great-grandfather,” your 
Aunt Amy said, and she really wanted to hear it, 
as well as to suggest that which would put an 
end to the quarreling. 

Bunny’s face brightened ; if he could get Mr. 
Turtle to telling a story regarding something he 
had done, then the lesson on honesty would be 
postponed, and he began coaxing and flattering 
old Plodding in a way that was comical. 


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HOW MR. TURTLE WON THE RACE. 

“ Please, dear, kind, good Mr. Turtle, won’t you 
tell me how you got the best of my great-grand- 
father ? Of course I ought to know all that’s going 
around about the family, and, besides, it makes 
me feel so good to hear you tell of what you did 
years and years ago. You must have been a 
wonderful bright young turtle.” 

“ I wasn’t dumb, and that’s a fact,” Mr. Turtle 
said with a smile of satisfaction, “ and I did get 
the best of your great-grandfather in fine style, 
without being forced to do anything that was 
downright dishonest.” 

Bunny continued to coax and fiatter, however, 
until Mr. Turtle crawled on the highest point of 
the log, where the full rays of the sun would 
strike directly on his shell, and there, for the first 
time, did Plodding Turtle explain truthfully how 
it happened that he won the race from Bunny’s 
great-grand father. 

“ You see folks have always believed that I won 
the race by plodding along at my usual gait, while 
old Mr. Rabbit frisked around, and fooled, and 



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wasted his time showing off before the judge and 
those who had come to see the fun. 

That idea is all wrong, though up to this min- 
ute Tve kept my mouth shut on the subject, because 
so much has been said that it seems too bad to 
spoil what folks have come to believe is a good 
thing, though between us three, I want to say 
right here that all the plodding one can do will 
never win anything, unless there’s a little thought 
and common sense to go with it. 

“ I came out ahead because I put my wits to 
work, and in an honest way, with no such trickery 
as Bunny'Eabbit seems to delight in; but I must 
confess that but for the spite I had against Mr. 
Yellow Dog, I might never have thought out the 
scheme. Mr. Dog turned me over on my back 
one day when he found me asleep, and I didn’t 
get to my feet again for two days, when I was 
nearly starved, to say nothing of the worry it 
caused Mrs. Turtle and the children. 

‘‘Well, when old Mr. Kabbit, Bunny’s great- 
grandfather, and I started out on that race you’ve 
heard so much about, I knew at the beginning 
that I didn’t have any chance to win simply by 
plodding along, for it would have taken me a 
week, at full speed, to travel the mile; but I 


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wasn’t going to let old Mr. Kabbit know how 
I felt about it. 

“ I was mighty blue while we waited for the 
signal to go; but my heart jumped right into my 
mouth when Mr. Yellow Dog happened along to 
see the fun. He had made up his mind to give 
me a sly dig about his having turned me over, so 
came up where I stood, and said sociable like : 

“ ‘ Good morning, Mr. Turtle. This is a nice day 
for the race, eh ? No dust, and not too much sun.’ 

“ Then it was that a great scheme popped into 
my head, and I answered him back as if I’d for- 
gotten all about the mean trick he played on me : 

“ ‘ It is a nice day, Mr. Dog. If you’re wanting 
to see the start, why don’t you sit down here near 
me, where there won’t be any one to get in your 
light ? I reckon it’ll be a great show.’ 

“ Well, down he sat on his tail not three inches 
from where I was standing, his mouth wide open, 
which showed that he surely wasn’t used to keep- 
ing company with those who knew what good 
manners were, and his red tongue hanging out like 
a piece of sausage. He seemed to think the folks 
were looking at him, instead of old Mr. Eabbit 
and me, and never knew when I crept a bit closer 
to the end of his tail. 


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‘ One ! Two ! Three ! Go ! ’ yelled Mr. Fox, 
the starter, and my chance had come. 

“ I grabbed Mr. Dog’s tail between my jaws, 
and nipped hard enough to let him know he had 
a visitor. He gave one yell of terror and surprise, 
and set off through the woods toward the finish 



post at lightning speed, pulling me through the 
air after him, for I took good care not to lose my 
hold. 

“ My ! but we did fiy ! I never went over the 
country so fast before, and I held on for all I was 
worth till we got within four feet of the . finish 
post, when I let go of Mr. Dog’s tail, and walked 



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in the rest of the way. But I won the race ; I tell 
you brains count ! It was what I call showing 
good sound sense, with nothing dishonest about 
it.” 

“ Did you tell my great-grandfather how you 
got there so quickly ? ” Bunny Babbit asked 
sharply. 

“Of course I didn’t, else he would have said 
that I hadn’t really won the race,” Mr. Turtle re- 
plied mildly. 

“And you sit up and say there wasn’t anything 
dishonest about it ? ” Bunny asked sternly. 

“For sure there wasn’t,” Mr. Turtle said pos- 
itively. “ Didn’t I come in ahead ? ” 

“ But you deceived the poor old rabbit, making 
him think you had paddled along all the way. I 
call it just the same as telling a lie, for you to 
hold your tongue, and it really was stealing, when 
you took credit for what you never did.” 

A LETTER FOR MR. RABBIT. 

Mr. Turtle thrust out his head in a very angry 
fashion, and there was every sign of a stormy time 
between him and Bunny Rabbit ; but, fortunately, 
just at that moment Simon Woodpecker came 


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flying down in great haste, holding in his beak a 
daintily perfumed envelope. 

“ A letter for Mr. Rabbit,” Simon said, as he 
dropped the missive under Bunny’s nose, and that 
young rascal looked up with a sly wink of his left 
eye as he wagged his right ear, much as if to say 



that he suspected it was from some young lady 
who had fallen in love with his whiskers. 

“ Please open it, Mr. Rabbit,” Simon pleaded, 
“Pm just dying to know what is inside.” 

“ Cross your throat never to tell ? ” Bunny asked 
as he carefully opened the envelope. 


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Simon promised in due form, and a look of dis- 
may overspread Mr. Rabbit’s face as lie drew forth 
the photograph which you see here. 

Bunny gasped as one does when suddenly 
plunged into a bath-tub filled with cold water, and 
then looked around as if frightened. 

“Say, fellows,” he cried imploringly, “please, 
don’t ever tell about this, will you ? I’m sorry to 


leave so soon; but my 
wife is expecting me to 




children’s supper, and I 
can’t stay here another 
minute.” 


Having said this he 


Bunny Rabbit on His Way Home. 


Way Home. ° 

hopped away as rapidly 


as ever did his great-grandfather when he ran the 
race with Mr. Turtle. 

Simon Woodpecker felt it his duty to inform 
Miss Ape that he had delivered the missive accord- 
ing to agreement, and as he fiew away Professor 
Frog came swimming down the pond, whereupon 
old Mr. Turtle believed that he had better keep 
out of sight, therefore the meeting was suddenly 
brought to a close. 

Then, because there was no hope of hearing any 


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73 


more stories that day, your Aunt Amy went home, 
hoping she might be so fortunate as to soon meet 
other animals who might be willing to entertain 
her. 


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A List off The Gray Goose Stories 

Mrs. Gray Goose is angry— Mrs. Wild Goose’s visit— An angry pair— Teddy and 
the calf— Teddy’s dog— When Sammy teased the calf— Where Mr. Crow hid his ap- 
ples — The tragedy in the frog family— Searching for the impossible— A suspicious 
looking visitor — When Mr. Rooster was suspicious — When Mrs. Monkey was dissat- 
ished — How _ Bunny Rabbit fooled the stork— When Mrs. Pea-Hen abandoned the 
orphans — Alice questions Mr. Turtle — The lazy Mr. Horse — When the geese claimed 
to be cranes — When Mr. Pig didn’t go to market — The disobedient rat — The true 
story of the golden eggs — The race between Mr. Fido and Mr. Shanghai— When 
Mrs. Goose’s baby wasn’t welcome. 


For sale by all booksellers, or sent postpaid on receipt of price by the publishers 

A. L. BURT COMPANY, 52-58 Duane Street, New York^. ’ 


Hunt Hmy^s Hnimal Stories 


Plodding Turtle’s Story 

By AMY PRENTICE 

With thirty illustrations and a frontispiece in colors by J. Watson Davis. Haadsoma 

A List of 
Plodding Turtle’s 
Stories 

When Mr. Turtle saw 
the world — W h y the 
giraffes have long necks 
— How the butterflies 
frightened Mr, B u g — 

When Monkey went to 
sea-An odd life-saving 
crew — The jumping 
grasshoppe r — The 
greedy fish — When Mr. 

Crane thought he was a 
stork — A pink tea in the 
j u n g 1 e — The discon- 
tented lion — The clown’s 
lesson — How Mrs. Crow 
strangled herself — 

Hunting for oil — The pig who was proud of himself— When Mr. Ape was a tailor — 
When the snake tried to charm the crab — A picnic party — When little bruin went 
honey-hunting — When the crow tried to swim — The animals who found fault with 
themselves — How the rocky mountain sheep got his big horns — The pigs who waited 
for the buttermilk. 


The Brown Owl’s Story 

By AMY PRENTICE 

With thirty-one illustrations and 
a frontispiece in colors by J. 

Watson Uavis. Handsome Cloth 
binding. Price, 50 cents, 

A List of The Brown 
Owl’s Stories 

The Brown Owl introduces him- 
self-Whenthe BrownOwl'scousin 
was a policeman — When Mr. 

Owl robbed the donkey — When 
the Brown Owl was sad — Mama 
Speckle's mistake — When Billy 
ran away — When Sammy was 
cross — When the monkey sang 
with the fox — When Mrs. Mole 
bought a new coat — How the cat 
learned to sing — How the pigeon fooled the hawk — The pet mosquito — A troublesome 
lover — After Johnny had been to the circus — How King Kite lost his crown — The 
caterpillar’s love — A new department store — Mr. Brown Owl’s sad experience — When 
Mr. Stork and Mr. Magpie were partners — How Tommy was frightened into doing 
his duty — Life on a farm — When Mr. Rat fooled Squire Owl — How Mr. Fox was out- 
witted — Old Mrs. Brown Owl is disturbed — A funny bird. 


For sale by all booksellers, or sent postpaid on receipt of price by the publishers, 
A. L. BURT COMPANY, 52-58 Duane Street, New Yprls. 



Cloth binding. Price, 50 cents. 



Hunt Hmy’s Hnimal Stories 

BUNNY RABBIT’S STORY 

By AMY PRENTICE 

With thirty illustrations and a frontispiece in colors by J. Watson Davis. Handsome 
Cloth binding. Price, 50 cents. 

A List of Bunny Rabbit’s Stories 

Where Mr. Bunny Rabbit lived — Bunny 
goes to the Circus — How Mr. Fox cheated 
Bunny Rabbit — Mr. Turtle at the Circus 
— The Elephant’s joke — Bunny Rabbit 
hunts for elephants — The escape from the 
circus — ^When the chicken was sick — Mr. 

Fox’s pitiful story — Mr. Turtle’s great 
scheme — When Mr. Goose and Mr. Frog 
wore clothes — Mr. Frog’s love story — The 
Lamb goes hunting for Mary — Mr. Turtle 
makes a mistake — The sad fate of Mr. 

Coon — Mrs. Brahma's queer family — The 
Frog’s boast — Tommy Man goes hunting 
— Mr. Owl at dinner — How Mr. Ape whip- 
ped Mr. Leopard — The trap Mr. Man set — How Mr. Turtle won the race— A 
letter for Bunny Rabbit. 

TOWSER DOG’S STORY 


By AMY PRENTICE 

With thirty-two illustrations and a frontispiece in colors by J. Watson Davis. Hand- 
some Cloth binding. Price, 50 cents. 



A List of Towser Dog’s Stories 


Mr. Towser dog meets Aunt Amy — The Tramp dog’s visit — When little Poodle was 
tempted — When Mr. Spot was abused — When Mr. Crow stole a bone — When the 
Wolvesfellin love — Mr. Towser dog'sdream- When MammaSpeckle lost an egg — How 
Mr. Spot was punished for being greedy — What the dog really did in the manger — 
When Mr. Rover ran away — A very foolish dog — When Mrs. Sheep gave Mr. Wolf a 
dinner — When Mr. Rover made a mistake — Old Grandtather Luck — When Dandy ne- 
glected his duty — When Mr. Fido lost Mr. Man’s dinner — A very wise dog — Mr. 
Screw learns how much the wagon weighs — When the Wolf wanted a partner — When 
Tommy Man was punished — The inquisitive cat — A lesson on gluttony and meddling. 

For sale by all booksellers, or sent postpaid on receipt of price by the publishers, 
A. L. BURT COMPANY, 52-58 Duane Street, New York. 















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